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FeedsFarm.com > Salman, you're slayin' me! The martyr to free speech can be out-and-out goofy, writes ELIZABETH RENZETTI. He'll tell you the fatwa still gets him the best restaurant tables. He's fond of his 'I Am Salman Rushdie' button. And he likes to ponder the possibility that somewhere in Iowa, there's a pedophile named John Updike

Salman, you're slayin' me! The martyr to free speech can be out-and-out goofy, writes ELIZABETH RENZETTI. He'll tell you the fatwa still gets him the best restaurant tables. He's fond of his 'I Am Salman Rushdie' button. And he likes to ponder the possibility that somewhere in Iowa, there's a pedophile named John Updike

14th Oct 2006, 03:36 GMT

There is a mood of heavy seriousness at the Bloomsbury Theatre on a sweltering September night. This may have to do with the stickiness of the air. Or the fact that audience members have had to walk through a phalanx of police officers outside and have their bags searched. Or it may simply be because we're here to listen to Salman Rushdie, the very serious novelist and reluctant free-speech martyr. (Globe Insider subscribers only)

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Salman, you're slayin' me! The martyr to free speech can be out-and-out goofy, writes ELIZABETH RENZETTI. He'll tell you the fatwa still gets him the best restaurant tables. He's fond of his 'I Am Salman Rushdie' button. And he likes to ponder the possibility that somewhere in Iowa, there's a pedophile named John Updike related news:

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